Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brothe

underscore just how small I was in this place. However, I quickly clenched my fists, pushing away the feeling of insignificance that had briefly crept in. "I

that day comes-the day I have to leave and step out of their luxurious home-I

it into this company purely on my own merits, passing every stage of the rigorous selection process without a shred

with a dozen other employees who suddenly stepped aside and bowed respectfully. At the end of the hallway, Javier-my adoptive brothe

hand was playfully draped over the sleeve of Javier's suit jacket. I knew who she was. Adriana. Javier's fiancée, who I'd heard was set to marry him in a few mont

mily and was also a famous model who frequently graced the covers of fashion magazines.

g my hands in front of my body while bowing my head as low as possible. I didn't dare look at

reeting with the absolute arrogance of a ruler. As soon as his firm stride and the click-clack

perfect match, aren't they? One is hand

isn't she? They're a perfect match. When they ha

only children. This company is definitely g

he words of praise they spoke were absolute truths. Indisputable facts. Yet, why did just hearing them make my che

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tly guided me as a newcomer. Yes, even behind that friendliness, I knew full well there were a few pairs of eyes staring at me wi

office?" called out the division head from the middle cubicle, breaking the s

the data entry I'd been assigned just an hour ago. The room suddenly fell silent; not a single senior colleague volu

ake it up there," said one of the senior female colleagues in a deliberate

, pointing at my

his secretary, and then you can come right back here," replied the division

my heart, which had suddenly gone wild just from hearing that man's name mentioned. But I had no

ched the folder tightly to my chest, as if it could serve as a shield to protect my fragile heart,

i

the corridor with its gleaming marble floor, following the directions given to me by the division head earlier. He h

ehind the luxurious desk was complet

f the quiet corridor. "So, where am I su

desk. After weighing my options anxiously, I decided to knock on the door and hand it directly to Javier. Aft

every joint in my body suddenly froze. My heart felt as if it had frozen, stopping in its tra

arms wrapped possessively around the woman's slender waist, while Adriana draped her arms around Javie

ed in my nightmares was now unfo

leaving a suffocating sensation so oppressive it made it hard for me to breathe. My head

ttered. Isn't this no big deal? They're a couple who are engaged a

aging inside my chest. But, unfortunately, my heart refused to compromise. The pa

older to my chest even tighter, biting my lower lip

this much? I asked myself silently, lamenting my misfortune-trapped

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